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Philip's eyes widen. His cheeks flush heavily, he stutters.

The... What? – Stutters apprehensively, looking around for an urgent exit.

- Did you hear me. - Manef practically purrs, taking a step closer. Almost crushing the boy who survived.

Or did you think you were good for nothing more? Come on, with a foul mouth like yours, boy are you practically made for it.

"Don't pretend you haven't been imagining it several times after our last session you on your knees, me in front of you and sucking my cock, Tsuki Miki ..." Another step, and Tsuki Miki turns, instinctively, slamming into his locker.

His back hits the cold metal, and Manef remains hoarse:

- Don't get me wrong, I like having bitches like you around when the mood is good and willing, but I really think it's time we both formed someone a little more...

"Would it be more... dignified, don't you think, not to think of anyone other than me, a private whore?" - He said with his lips close to her face.